ThatArsonist

Excerpt of Between You and Me: Chapter Four
          	
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          	He climbed into bed with me, our limbs instantly tangling around each other's bodies. He was so warm, and despite my tall stature, I felt so tiny in his arms.
          	
          	What are you doing, my mind screamed at me, but I ignored it.
          	
          	Sebastian was a womanizer. He was cruel and explosive. I knew he was on a self destructive path, but somehow despite that, I felt safer in his arms than I did anywhere else.
          	
          	His kissed my forehead, and I felt my lips curl into a smile.
          	
          	I let the dream world steal me away, knowing that no harm would come to me as long as his arms were wrapped around me. 
          	
          	That last thing I heard before I drifted off was Sebastian whispering my name.

ThatArsonist

Excerpt of Between You and Me: Chapter Four
          
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          He climbed into bed with me, our limbs instantly tangling around each other's bodies. He was so warm, and despite my tall stature, I felt so tiny in his arms.
          
          What are you doing, my mind screamed at me, but I ignored it.
          
          Sebastian was a womanizer. He was cruel and explosive. I knew he was on a self destructive path, but somehow despite that, I felt safer in his arms than I did anywhere else.
          
          His kissed my forehead, and I felt my lips curl into a smile.
          
          I let the dream world steal me away, knowing that no harm would come to me as long as his arms were wrapped around me. 
          
          That last thing I heard before I drifted off was Sebastian whispering my name.

ThatArsonist

Excerpt of Between You and Me chapter two:
          
          "Why do you use girls the way you do?" I clarified.
          
          He chuckled slightly, but he didn't sound happy. "Because girls are all the same."
          
          I tried to look him in the eyes, but Sebastian wouldn't meet my gaze. Instead he just stared straight out of the windshield, watching the lively party from a distance.
          
          I shrugged. It wasn't my problem what he thought of me or any other girl. I once again reached for the door handle, planning to go inside and enjoy the party, but Sebastian reached out and grabbed my wrist, stopping me. I flinched as he made contact with the skin that must have been bruising from my earlier incident with Ian.
          
          "What is your problem?" I exploded, pulling my wrist out of his soft grip. "I thought I told you not to touch me!"
          
          "What's this?" his angry voice shut me up. He pointed to my wrist where you could see a yellowish purple mark begin to form.
          
          Great, I forgot to cover this up with makeup.
          
          "Who did this to you?" he continued, his voice scathing. "It looks like a hand. A large one too. Was it a guy?"
          
          I chuckled, rolling my eyes as he acted like he cared. I thought of my father, and the burn scars his cigarettes left on my back. I thought of Ian, and the force he used when he squeezed my wrist.
          
          "Yeah," I responded. "Haven't you heard, all guys are the same too."
          
          Getting out of the car, I walked towards the house, suddenly realizing how much I needed a drink.
          
          Something told me that it'd be a long night.

ThatArsonist

Excerpt of Between You and Me, chapter one:
          
          He reached out for my ponytail and yanked it back. I yelped in pain.
          
          "What do you think you're doing little girl?" he asked me. I tried move, but he just yanked harder. "You think you can disobey me and get away with it?"
          
          I stayed silent.
          
          "Apologize to me," he demanded. I didn't respond.
          
          He chuckled darkly sending shivers down my spine.
          
          "Fine," he spat, "you want to play that way?"
          
          His hand still on my ponytail, he dragged me down the hallway and shoved me into the bathroom.
          
          "On your knees," he commanded. I didn't listen, so he pushed me to ground. Facing the toilet, he held my head over it.
          
          "What are you doing," I yelled, trying to refrain from crying.
          
          Who was this person?
          
          "I'm teaching you how to purge," he responded in a dangerously calm voice. "It's punishment for disobeying me."
          
          "Purge?" I responded, confused. Why was he forcing me to throw up?
          
          "You deserve it too. You know how many calories were in that spaghetti? It's like your asking to be fat."